Letters I Can't Send

13

Draco's POV

Before I know it, it's Christmas already. Everyone is packing to go home for their Christmas break and boarding the train back to London.

Seems to be everyone except Y/n and Quinn.

I spot them in the Great Hall, sitting at the Slytherin table eating a late breakfast, while everyone else is leaving for the train.

"Staying here, Ellis?" I call from the entrance of the Great Hall. She looks up and when she sees me, she sneers and shakes her head disapprovingly. I make my way to her, my hands shoved I my pockets at I walk—I'm I wearing a Slytherin sweater with a high collar and black trousers, pretty basic. "Not too happy to see me, huh?" I tease and smirk down her. I stationed myself right in front of her and Quinn, so that she needs to look up at me. Ego boost for me, of course.

"Guess I got lucky—I won't have to see you for two whole weeks, Malfoy," She grins mischievously at me.

"Yes, yes—we'll have to make these weeks count I suppose," I sigh dramatically. I hear someone call my name from afar—I look behind me to see Pansy calling my name and waving me over.

"Draco!" She hisses in my direction. "Let's go! We'll miss the train!"

I glance back at Y/n, who's eyes are fixated on Pansy at the other end of hall, a wild mix of emotions flowing through those y/e/c eyes of hers. "Don't fall into a well or do anything stupid while I'm gone, Ellis. How ever will you function without me?" I tease and she rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, Malfoy. I'll wish the same for you." She sneers.

Then Quinn cuts in. "Okay, Malfoy, go back to your girlfriend—she's waiting for you," she points to Pansy who is still standing at the entrance of the Great Hall, waving me over to her.

I shoot Quinn and Y/n a dirty look, then hurry off to Pansy.

..........

I sit on the train, reading, with Pansy sitting beside me. She's awfully close to me—but I don't really care, I've known her most of my life. Our parents are friends and we sort of grew up together. Though, most of the time, we barely hung out with each other—both of us proud little brats, thinking we're better than the other.

But we've formed a relationship now, a friendship of sorts. But she's obsessed with me. and I mean obsessed. Always trying to get my attention, talking to me, gets jealous when I talk to other girls—that sort of thing. It's exhausting, I suppose, but I never tell her. I don't mind the attention, not really, even if it gets a bit persistent at times.

"Why were you talking to them?" she suddenly asks me.

"Hm?" I don't look up from the pages of my book when she says this.

"That Ellis girl from the first day on the train and her friend, Carson." She clarifies.

I merely shrug. "She's fun to aggravate,"

"You looked to be having a merry old time when I came and got you earlier today," she slumps back in her seat and crosses her arms.

"Calm down, Pansy. I was only teasing her. No big deal." I'm beginning to get irritated with her now, her jealousy is the most exhausting part about her.

"I just don't think you should be spending time with people who don't like you, is all." She huffs.

"Don't worry about it, Pansy." I roll my eyes and still don't look her at her—suggesting that I'm not giving her my full attention.

She huffs once more, and then we are back to sweet, sweet silence.

..........

Today, Christmas Eve, we are hosting our yearly Christmas party for a bunch of my father's colleagues, our relatives, and our close friends in Malfoy Manor—my home.

Pansy will be joining, of course—but Crabbe and Goyle's family could not make it this year, due to some unexpected traveling. But Blaise will be attending as well as the rest of his family.

I check my black suit one final time, before exiting my bedroom and into the dim hall toward the party. I hear the chatter of many guests and the clattering of plates and utensils. I slip my hands in my pockets as I enter our largest dressing room on the first floor of our manor. It's filled with guests eating and drinking, dressed in spectacular clothing, dancing and having a merry time. Well, as merry as it gets at my father's parties.

"Draco!" I hear someone call my name—it's Pansy. She waves me over to sit with her and Blaise. I oblige and take the seat next to her.

The room has small round tables lining the walls, leaving room for formal dancing in the middle of the room. I observe the guests carefully, watching them with an eagle eye, to make note of all people.

"You alright, Draco?" Pansy asks from beside me.

"Hm? Yes, I'm alright, why," I say without glancing at her, still observing the crowd.

"You're a bit spacey, mate," Blaise says.

"You seem awfully interested in the guests." Pansy points out and I nod absentmindedly. I have my eye on my father now, who is making deep conversation with a man who works at the Ministry. They're both nodding their heads and taking large gulps from their cups. My father, Lucius, looks around the room a bit, seeming to be searching for other's gazes—people who may be spying, like me. He then grips the man's jacket and pulls him down a hallway.

After a few moments, my curiosity gets the better of me. I suddenly stand from the table and make my way across the floor, toward the hall the two went down. I hear Pansy call my name, but, frankly, I don't care.

I enter the hallway and hear the voices of my father and the man he's with. "But she's staying with the Bronny's," The unknown man says.

"Yes, I know that," Lucius hisses. "Her mother is dead, her father is no where to be found. No blood relation with the Bronny's," Mother dead, father missing, sounds like...Y/n. But why would they be talking about Y/n?

"Who put her in the care of the Bronny's? They are by far the worst of us and most unreliable with a girl like her." The man says.

"Girl like her?" Lucius says angrily. "And whatever do you mean by that? Another practically orphaned girl living with a couple of death eaters? Please, tell me, what is so special about her?"

The man stutters, unsure of his words. "She—it's not the girl, it's her family. Their past—it—it, doesn't add up, it doesn't make sense. They have a history with dark magic, but no one in her family was a death eater. She lives with two death eaters—was it just a coincidence that she ended up them, here in London at Hogwarts? That her father ran away?" The man sounds eager and full of curious energy. I'm listening from behind a wall, when I feel a hand on my arm.

I startle to see Pansy looking at him with unnecessary concern gleaming in her eyes. She, then, drags me away from the scene with my father and the Ministry man, and into my bedroom, where she closes the door behind her.

"What the hell, Pansy?" I say, annoyed. She's been to the manor enough times in her life to know where my bedroom is, so I'm hardly surprised she knows where it is.

Then she does something I never expected. She strides up to me and kisses me.

a/n: hahahahahhhahaa. What a shame they kissed. I do have sympathy/empathy for Pansy a little bit tho--especially with the future of this fanfic, so...

next part soon <3